I feel like a kid on Christmas eve. The coffee pot is set, the car is packed, the alarm clock is set for 3:15 (D'OH). The Diamondback, QD-325 & Tioga await their respective wake-up calls. I long for the sound of the pounding surf, the bite of salt in the nostrils, the spray on the face & the jerk on the line. Feeling the first rays of sun warm my face & wipe away the cold pre-dawn; I have not felt this since last November? And finally, enjoying the comradery of other who think as I do.